Rose petals worn by perils of
thorns
in leather bounding love
in prisons of lost languages and
sentences
never coming and never amounting
to one result
If you could look me in the eye
feel my iris ignite
past the beauty of the deception of your
lies
the ones the monsters have told you
the one beauty that lies in front of you
She is screaming
but you can not hear her
she knows your name
she is bleeding for you
cut by your walls
She sleeps outside
No lullaby's
I am inside you looking out
I am your fingers reaching in
Waking up the lion
sleeping amongst the pain.
Never grasping together to feel we are
one result .................
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